The ancient veins of the stone palace are as spiritual as the sky.

The night turned green, the world of the Qianzhang realm, the law of water and wood crushed, and the blade of the sword was unhindered, and the entire field trembled, and it was actually like a collapse.

Ximen Chong's face became more and more ugly, the strength of the sword path of the young man in white was beyond imagination, and he could not suppress it at all.

At this point in the war, who wins and who loses, there is no longer any meaning, for Ximen Chong, his face has already been lost, even if he doesn't know how the real people below are commenting on it, and how the true monarch of the same way thinks about it, he has already guessed eight or nine.

Of course, if he knew that those people at the bottom had even set up a gambling game, no one would be optimistic about him, but he was afraid that he would be angry and vomit blood.

However, the battle between the two is not an ordinary contest of victory and defeat, but a real battle of life and death.

The white-clothed young man turned into an aurora, tore through the sky, and kept approaching, Ximen Chong didn't dare to be careless, and all kinds of attacks continued, and Lingbao Jianmu continued to collapse and was cut one by one, maintaining a delicate and fragile balance.

"Damn! Ximen Chong, this waste is really going to be defeated?"

"Transcending the Holy Realm, this old thing can't have eaten some elixir and forcibly ascended up, right?!"

"After three thousand years of practice, Ximen Chong has cultivated to the dog!!"

As time passed, the momentum of the young man in white was sharp, not only did not weaken, but became more and more cold, pressing inch by inch, visible to the naked eye, a Dawson white, pitch-black sword crack spread throughout the entire field, and it was on the verge of shattering.

On the other hand, Ximen Chong's face was pale, and his eyes were frightened and panicked, but he couldn't hide it, and his various manifestations became more and more powerless, and he was completely at the point of being tired and passively letting go.

Nearly 100 real people in the Quartet, everyone showed a shocked color, ridicule is ridicule, gambling is just a way to vent their dissatisfaction, for the real people in the field, they didn't really take it to heart, maybe from the beginning, they didn't think that Ximen Chong would really lose.

After all, there are only a few demons in this world, and not everyone can do it, especially the higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to succeed.

For most monks, each realm is a moat, representing a huge disparity in strength.

The path of immortals is difficult, and the monk's upper body heavenly heart, as the higher the cultivation, the more awe of the strong people who are higher than themselves. Of course, what you can't do by yourself, by nature, you don't want others to be able to do it.

Especially, the young generation like the young man in white who are not well-known and unheard of.

However, the cruel truth in front of them, like a slap in the face, was ruthlessly scattered on everyone's faces, no matter how unbelievable they were, they couldn't change the fact that Ximen Chong was invincible to the young man in white.

Because of this, everyone would be so slanderous and disdainful, they would rather believe that Ximen Chong is a waste, a false true monarch, than admit that the young man in white is very strong, strong enough to threaten to kill a Saint Realm powerhouse.

Undoubtedly, this is self-deception.

In this regard, the sorrow is indifferent, and the inferior nature of people is like this, even the immortal way is not exempt from vulgarity.

He spent a year sharpening his edge and fighting all over the world, it can be said that everyone who dared to defy the law was ruthlessly beheaded by the sword, but even so, it couldn't deter the greedy people's hearts, there were still Ximen Fu, Qin Wuyang and the like, with all kinds of intentions and plots to provoke.

Break the sorrow like this, not to mention a young man in white who has no name and jumped out of nowhere.

"Boom, boom, boom........."

Finally, before the white-clothed young man ran out of energy, Ximen Chong took the lead and couldn't support it, and the entire field completely collapsed and dissipated in the rumbling continuous destruction, and an extremely cold sword light split the sky and the earth, cutting through the sky and night, and at an incredible speed, directly slashed the Qingcang Ancient Tree, cut off the Qingying Ancient Ruler, and under the other party's eyes were about to split, frightened and frightened, a sword pierced, slashed from the sky to the ground, and locked in a stone mountain cliff.

The crimson blood spilled on the earth, containing the life essence of the true monarch and the strong, breeding plants and trees, the latter's Dao body was broken, and his neck and throat were pierced by an icy ancient sword, and the majestic spiritual power and life essence were all leaking out in a crazy way.

What's even more terrifying is the extreme cold and cold in the sword light, along the wounds of the sword marks around the body, in an instant, the ice extinguishes the vitality of qi and blood, solidifies the sea dantian, and the entire Zifu world is frozen in ice.

If it weren't for the transcendence of the Holy Realm, if it weren't for Ximen Chong, who comprehended the laws of water and wood, he would have been killed on the spot at this moment and became a cold corpse.

The Quartet was shocked, all kinds of rebukes and slanders were all eliminated in an instant, and there was no suppression restriction of the domain power, in the face of this aurora extremely cold sword, ask yourself, no one dares to say that they can stop it, and they can't even dodge.

For a while, the ancient veins fell into silence, the needles could be heard, and everyone's faces were like earth, and they were a few strong people, such as Daozuo Zhenjun, Duan Chou and others, all of whom also looked solemn and fearful.

"Ximen Chong, today, did you ever think that there would be this day?"

In the void, dressed in white like a sword, spotless, strolling close to the stone cliff, looking at the figure in front of him with continuous passing life, his cold pupils showed a little fluctuation for the first time.

"Huh..... Old....... Old man.... Regret, regret .... Didn't ...... at the beginning As a result... You, and ..... Raise a tiger for trouble!"

Simon Chong's vitality passed, the look in his eyes became more and more dim, and he looked extremely weak, because his throat was pierced by the ancient sword, and every word he spit out now was as if he had been tortured, and the pain was incomparable, but he still shouted out word by word, with resentment in his eyes.

"You don't have a chance! There is a wrong, there is a debtor, I said, I will kill you today!!"

The cold words, not mixed with a trace of emotional temperature, the young man in white spoke indifferently, and when he was on the line of life and death, several majestic and terrifying coercion descended, filling the ancient land of the entire stone palace.

At the same time, on the Heavenly Ladder Dao Throne, the two True Monarchs suddenly got up, and all of them changed color, raising their heads to stare at the night sky, and their eyes were all in one place.

"Slow down!"

A gentle and indifferent voice came, and the last word fell, the void barrier pierced, and in the pitch black chaos, five figures stepped out from under the night.

These five people, each of them has a breath like heaven and hell, sinking into the avenue of law, each of them is not under Ximen Chong and the black-robed true monarch, and there are even two of them, even stronger, more terrifying!

? ? PS: The young man in white is not a dead man, he is very important to Xuantianzong, and there will be a lot of scenes, so in the first appearance, he writes a little handsome, um... That's it....

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